Echoes.

Nothing says THANK GOD for solid foods quite like flu recovery.
I’ve been down and out for a bit – feeling like I’d been hit by a bulldozer or something even more entertaining. A car full of sumo wrestlers, perhaps?

I get lazy when I’m sick.
Not that I haven’t been following that particular path for a few months now, but Save The Dates were addressed and sitting on my counter for a few days before they made their way to the mailbox this morning.
And the mailbox is in my complex.

It’s not like I have to travel elsewhere – I just have to get out of my car and put them in the mail slot.
Yeah.
That kind of lazy.

The wedding is coming quickly – it’s like watching a tornado overtake your life. Not that I’m calling Nicholas a tornado, merely that you never really know just how much you DON’T have done – how much you AREN’T prepared for… for instance, you don’t have enough water, you’re not wearing rubber soled shoes, where is your ID?!!?, and things like that.
I’m doing that.
Just with wedding stuff.
Plates, linens, MONEY, favors, details…
a little over 4 months and counting and my life is full of unanswered questions.

What about the custody battle?
Will it be resolved by that time?
I would have said yes when we got engaged. Now? I’m not sure.
We still have a hearing before we ever do that… and. and. and.
Where will we live?
What will I do?
So much to answer, so little time to answer it.

You can tell I’m feeling better because I’m back to losing my mind.
Hell, now I’m even going to have to clean and do laundry and stuff.
Walk the dogs instead of just telling them to pretend they got exercise when I was too sick to move.

Obviously they minded. (Note the look of bliss – bone in mouth, closed eyes, half smile, being petted…)

Lindsey needs to come in and help me take over and organize this particular event.
She is very capable in that way.
I wonder if it’s a genetic thing – I certainly don’t possess that particular aptitude.
I can, however, fold t-shirts very well. Though. I doubt neatly folded laundry would impress my wedding guests nearly as much as food and beer would.

Such selfish bastages.
It’s an art, I tell you.